Tough Broads
Actually, I probably don't need to beat anyone up for Doodles. The Pie can do it for him. Man, that girl is tough!! She wants to be in the middle of everything. Anytime, anyplace--she'll take you on! Luckily, she has a soft spot for her brother.
Today we went to an open gym, the big kids were on the big trampoline, and--did you know she could do this, because I didn't!--she scampered straight up a ladder--yes, a ladder!--to climb in the middle. Kids land on her? It's funny!
When she wants something? The whole world knows. That screech! That yell! That war cry! When she wants to breastfeed, she whines so loudly, in such a high-pitched wail, that the dogs on the street start to howl as she lunges her body sideways toward my b*reast. Climb up? Slams her hand on the chair and screeches until someone lifts her into the chair. Wants to play with her brother? Grabs him by the legs, tosses him down, climbs on his back, and jumps up and down as if she's on a pogo stick. Wants to go out? Grabs her jacket, socks, and shoes and hurls them at you. Wants to show some love? Grabs your face in her little pincer claws and squeezes with all her might.
Now, she does have her softer side, however it only comes out to her big brother, which I can certainly live with. The other night, she was sitting on the floor, ripping through Doodles's books, as I was doing his good night routine (she goes to bed after he does). As I finished, I asked Doodles, who was a little crankmeister, "Do you want to kiss Daddy and Pie good night?" As he shakes his head no, she stands up, walks over to us, leans into the chair with her little lips pursed. She goes in for the kiss. He denies entry. She tries again with the kiss. He denies again. Persistent kid, she goes back in for the kiss, and unable to stand the rejection for her, I lean in and give her a smooch. Satisfied, she turns around, and resumes ripping up books.
Bring on those big kids. That Pie? She can totally take them.
Today we went to an open gym, the big kids were on the big trampoline, and--did you know she could do this, because I didn't!--she scampered straight up a ladder--yes, a ladder!--to climb in the middle. Kids land on her? It's funny!
When she wants something? The whole world knows. That screech! That yell! That war cry! When she wants to breastfeed, she whines so loudly, in such a high-pitched wail, that the dogs on the street start to howl as she lunges her body sideways toward my b*reast. Climb up? Slams her hand on the chair and screeches until someone lifts her into the chair. Wants to play with her brother? Grabs him by the legs, tosses him down, climbs on his back, and jumps up and down as if she's on a pogo stick. Wants to go out? Grabs her jacket, socks, and shoes and hurls them at you. Wants to show some love? Grabs your face in her little pincer claws and squeezes with all her might.
Now, she does have her softer side, however it only comes out to her big brother, which I can certainly live with. The other night, she was sitting on the floor, ripping through Doodles's books, as I was doing his good night routine (she goes to bed after he does). As I finished, I asked Doodles, who was a little crankmeister, "Do you want to kiss Daddy and Pie good night?" As he shakes his head no, she stands up, walks over to us, leans into the chair with her little lips pursed. She goes in for the kiss. He denies entry. She tries again with the kiss. He denies again. Persistent kid, she goes back in for the kiss, and unable to stand the rejection for her, I lean in and give her a smooch. Satisfied, she turns around, and resumes ripping up books.
Bring on those big kids. That Pie? She can totally take them.
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